Home – Dan Croll – letras

I’ve forgotten how it feels with the carpet under my seatIt’s the polyester fibers that wrap around my feetFeels like home, homeWhen the cold shakes my bonesIt’s the rug that warms my soulIt’s the textile to the skinAnd the sensation alone feels like home, homeSo if you ever come ’round to my houseTake your shoes off at the door’Cause it’s impolite not to; you’ll be damaging my floor’Cause it’s my homeWhen you’re down and you’re aloneIt’s the train that brings you homeAnd your mother, brother, sister, father, waitin’ at the doorIt’s so sweet, sweetMakes me glad I’m only a stone’s throw awayMakes me sad that others can’t have it the same wayOh, home, homeIn the forest it’s unlikely that you’ll find a home so tidyCompared to what it’s like living like a city typeWhy, it’s no home